Page 13 of Black Flag

He complained he had aconstant erection. Naturally, this made me happy. Again, why wouldn’t it?

Aiden kindly kidnappedEmma and made her stay with him. After she bought Jameson the cougar, herefused to be in the same room with her.

Emma had officiallypushed him off the deep end. He was now contemplating all the ways he could gether back and with all his free time now that he was laid up, this was not goodfor Emma.

By the time we made itback to his house the night he was released, it was late, around ten.

His parents were inKansas, where Jimi was racing, leaving the house dark. Jameson was mutteringsomething about cat footprints on his Mustang when I managed to get him insidethe house, painkillers in hand and ready to administer. I wasn’t about to dealwith Jameson for two weeks without drugs.

Two weeks was the timeframe the doctor gave him until he would clear him again for racing. And thenhe still had to pass the NASCAR physical. Like I said, I would not be doingthis without painkillers.

Jameson was pissed whenhe found out he’d be missing the Bristol race—he loved short tracks. But thisalso meant he had another two weeks before Atlanta. He was still pissed but itmade for a longer rest period that he needed.

We were getting settledin his room, which then brought us to sitting on his bed, then lying on it...you know how it works.

He shifted closer, hiseyes focusing on mine and I knew what he wanted.

Kissing me, long andslow, deep and thorough, I sighed as his tongue slipped warm and wet acrossmine. His teeth scraped and gently bit. His hand came up between us to coverthe insanely huge funbags. Even though they were big, they hurt like hell.

I pulled backreluctantly with a whimper of pain. “I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Itold him. Inside, I thought it was a great idea.

I eyed his chest andstomach, currently covered by his t-shirt, knowing the bruises that stilllingered from his broken ribs looked like underneath. The idea suddenly seemedstupid.

“I know.” He admittedsoftly, his eyes wide and beseeching. “But...Ijust have to...I can’t explain.Please?”

How could I resistthis?

I examined his tense,worried face. “Are you sure?” I asked doubtfully. “Jameson...”

“Please, honey.” Heasked again smirking. “And you promised, remember?”

“I don’t want to hurtyou.” I really didn’t, and I knew this was a terrible idea, but the look on hisface...the tone in his voice...this was about more than the act itself.He wasn’t asking me for just sex.

“We’ll be careful.” Hebreathed pressing a kiss into my hair.

Slowly, I brought myhand over his hip to cover the bulge in the jeans he was wearing.

His features relaxedinfinitesimally as he rubbed my leg, letting his fingers trailed up the insideof my thigh. He reached my waist and his fingers fumbled with the button on myjeans.

“Let me,” I told him. Istood and bent to push my pants down—his eyes followed my every movement. “Youjust lay there and let me handle this.”

“Handle away,” hewaggled his eyebrows, grinning. Placing his one good hand behind his head, hesmirked, knowing I could handle well.

I knelt beside him andpulled on his jeans, pulling them from his hips and down his long legs. Hegroaned, and I lifted my attention to his face. He had gone still and intense,all teasing gone as he watched me rub my palms up his thighs and over his boxerbriefs, my fingers wrapping firmly around his camshaft.

He groaned once again,and his eyes drifted shut as my fingers dipped inside to find the hard, hot,bare skin of his camshaft.

Hotdamn.

I shifted to kneelbetween his legs, pulling on his boxers until he was finally exposed for mefrom the waist down.

There was no bettersight in the entire world then my dirty talking heathen, naked, ready forboring.

Taking him once againin my hand, his hips twitched at the reciprocating motions. “Oh god...feels so good,” he moaned loudly.“Sway.”

I leaned forward, hiseyes blinked open, focusing on me. I didn’t look away as I slowly opened andstuck my tongue out, drifting forward until I could smell the tangy, soapy,musky scent of Jameson. I took the camshaft between my lips, swirling my tonguearound.

“Fuuuccckkkk,”he breathed, raising his knees so his feet rested flat on the mattress, pushingup into my mouth.

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